Autumn scroll prose

In my memory, this is my greatest thought or belief. The pictures of those scenes complement each other and linger, waiting: "Is it the most amorous feelings and memorable place in the school?"

With the sound of wind and rain, everything in the world cares about family affairs and state affairs. When we were infatuated with reading, the leaves rustled outside the window, and the colorful roads suddenly turned golden. Seeing the fallen leaves dancing in the crowd like a girl in a golden dress is in stark contrast to those of us who can't smell the things outside the window. We are naturally active and jump on the playground. It's nice to play games and jump rope together, screaming together, laughing together, walking hand in hand on the leaves blown down by the autumn wind, and the leaves creak when they step on them. Nothing is more charming, melodious and energetic than autumn. All this is the result of hard work. ...

For 365 days, farmers' uncles were basically very busy, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Friends have experienced day after day, year after year of farming, harvesting and fertilization, and they should also welcome their own sunshine. In autumn harvest season, they harvest food, trees and flowers. Step by step, farmers, students and teachers are all step by step.

That day came quietly. In a pleasant atmosphere, we should make some preparations for the exam, such as dictation, arithmetic, running and regular eating. In fact, I don't know why, but in the later days, I gradually understood that it was because we had to hone in order to get good grades in the exam, and this kind of training also needed us to take it seriously. Actually, you still need to practice hard. In the golden age, that is, autumn, we will present our best results to our parents like dancers.

At that time, we were all the same kind of people, with rural parents, and we knew what we needed when we were young. At school, we only need to concentrate on the lecture and use our brains a little to get high marks, while adults have to keep doing it to pay for our tuition and living expenses. To be honest, we are really tired. Looking at sweet potatoes and potatoes, they have turned into huge fruits, and wheat is yellow.

At that time, I was wondering if we all enjoyed it so that we could experience the fruits without stopping, but we didn't work hard on ourselves; Did you have a good time with your friends, but you didn't want to fight anymore? You don't want to work and work hard like a mountain bearer. After all, the campus is beautiful, which is far from reality. In fact, it started from the moment you stepped into society. Yes, when the wind is biting, we should think that no matter what we are doing, we are welcoming the "exam", right There used to be a popular saying on the Internet that leaves fell because the wind or trees didn't stay. ...

In fact, you can imagine whether it is comfortable to go home with a ray of sunshine on a cold street. In fact, reality is impossible. It tells us that this is the only way for everyone, because it is the examiner who tests our success. In front of it, there is only progress and no retreat. The fallen leaves are telling us that it will successfully enter the society, and it will be more brave to pursue its own beauty. Enjoy success, sprint hard and meet difficulties. Trees will give birth to some of their own "children" in their lives, so that they can take the first step bravely. ...

Dreams are beautiful. In order to realize our dreams, we must go through difficulties. It's not surprising to tell you that the waves are endless. Then you will know whether you are a dragon or a worm. In fact, autumn always rings an alarm bell in our minds, reminding us to work hard and fight hard. Our actions are telling us not to lose confidence, to be strong, not to be confused by what others say, and to believe in ourselves.

The picture of autumn still makes people feel poetic: the charm is a mature beauty, and the taste of autumn is a mature charm. In any case, although the chill of autumn is cold, its brilliance is warm, and autumn is the flavor of inspirational struggle.